|- Somewhere in Inamorta...*

A tribe, led by a bearded man - named Lavish, lead a group of miners to a cave where he founded his tribe, under the pickaxes and sashes they with-held, under guard by their Speartons, he created a underground fortress, all about the caves glorious mine. He taxes the EMPORER/KING of Inamorta, Zarek - sense his miners assisted the building of their cities, and gets half of the gold earned daily. Even though under Zarek's rule, he still stays his own independent mind.

Lavish, and his miners - ruled the tunnels of his city, you could never hate the sound of mining if you were with his tribe.

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Somewhere in LAVISH'S tribe.

[ Lavish Miner 1 ] - He dug his heavy iron pickaxe into the gold-deposit, as it got stuck - he dug it out with his hands pulling it back, and as some gold splashed out, he picked it up and put it into his sash. "Man, this is one hard job - but at this point, can't stop hearing the sound of the relaxing pickaxe, bashing the gold." He said, as he dug his pickaxe again.

[ Lavish Miner 3 ] - "Agreed." He said, before digging his pickaxe into a Mana-deposit, digging himself out a gem of Mana. "Oh man - that's a good amount of coin." He said putting the Mana gem in his sash, before digging his pickaxe back into the deposit with them.

[ Lavish Spearton 1 ] - "Keep it up! We want to be want?" He yelled, as he walked down - spear in a small sash on his hip.

[ Lavish Miner 2 ] - "Free people - like the Order gave us!" He cheered as he dug his pickaxe into a deposit.

[ ~Lavish~ ] - The important Miner dragged his sash behind him, looking at his Miner comrades before - his massive sized self, dug his massive golden pickaxe into a large Gold-Deposit, putting the gold into his golden sash. "Heh - peice of cake." He said.